Well it took us three years, a LOT of tests (a lot of which really weren't that pleasant and made it so I couldn't walk for a few days) and a lot of stupid questions of little old women in my ward but I would officially like to announce that Ryan and I are pregnant. 8 weeks to be exact and I cant believe I didn't blab it over the entire Internet the first day I found out. I am due January 30th so it could go on either Ryan's birthday January 21st or my birthday February 2nd... I'm just glad I'm not going to be big and pregnant in the middle of summer. I'm sick... All the time. I've known since the week the child was created that I was pregnant because I could SMELL everything and thus made me sick. I'm trying different things to try to help but its something I just have to stick through. Work is hard because working in between three nursing homes every one smells like nasty B.o ... Lets hope for every ones sake that the world keeps going in a happy place and the sickness will be over soon!!! I'm a little worried about my knees hurting towards the end but I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I'm not moody, but I do like weird food at this point and become fixated on it... like last Friday all I wanted was Grandma's chicken noodle soup and flaming hot Cheetos... life is great!!! Ryan has a job and will be graduating come September
